road and signs
Are there any signs?
Do I listen?
My head between
stars and fields,
between shoulders
My birds fly
between clouds and knives,
and doors and seven seas.
I sit
on cold stone
Between rain and
hail and wind
A cat approaches
I sit
On my wonderful throne
A twig in my hand,
sword of justice,
I wear a smile
For a while,
and I deal dreams
I wonder,
where do I go.
my mind is thirsty
and somebody cries
somewhere,
sometimes.
The grass is green
The earth wakens,
leaves flowers,
the scent of apple blossoms.
Birds sing in my garden,
My wild garden
And now
is
now
so
precious
